My Curiosity Sister Of Larks.

Art Consists In Making Others Feel What We Feel.

Your Poems Are Of Interest To Mankind; Your Liver Isn't. Drink Till You Write Well And Feel Sick. Bless Your Poems And Be Damned To You.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

I'm Sick Of Everything, And Of The Everythingness Of Everything.

There Is No Safe Standard To Tell Man From Animals.